SOAPBOX but how I feel!
You are not going to believe this one. Michael and I get all packed up and are at the airport ready to get home and see our baby. We are on the other side of security and this kid tells Michael he can not wear his necklace (the one he has been wearing for 2 years through airports). The necklace is a one of a kind and very sentimental so we are like, “ok can we check it or ship it to ourselves”. “Yeah, right around the corner you can”. Guy was an asshole! There was no shipping place and no one behind the counter would help. Now it is about 15 minutes before our flight and Michael is upset, I am pissed and we have to make a move. The necklace is not getting tossed so Michael says “get on the flight I am driving”. Fucking airports SUCK nowadays. No one wants to help no one cares and all the pleasures of flying have been removed. TSA is underpaid and always bitchy, tickets are expensive and service has gone down the drain. Whenever possible we are driving from now one. Thanks for ruining a wonderful thing you 9/11 bastards! (of course our little flying inconviences are NOTHING in comparison to the lives we lost).
So now I am all alone on the plane worried sick about Michael and his 9 hour drive alone back to NC. I wanted t drive with him so bad but E has school tomorrow and the Nanny has to go to her other jobL What a pickle! Why are so many people so damn miserable and seemingly arrive at their own pleasure ruining others day? Yes I am on a soapbox here bear with me. Think about it……there is no reason what so ever to be mean or rude or even unpleasant to a stranger. Yet people, and many, do it everyday. It is like they say to themselves “I am a miserable prick so I think instead of changing my attitude I will go and be an ass to someone else and see if I can’t make them as miserable as me.” It may work temporarily but it does not last and the miserable prick will continue his life alone and miserable. To that person I say “I am sorry for you, it must be a horrible place the little world of misery you live in.” And walk away with a smile and skip knowing I control my own attitude and outlook on life.
It is like the nosey neighbor or Father-in-law who has such a boring life they feel the overwhelming need to insert themselves into the lives of others just to see if they can make something uncomfortable, and less fun. It brings the poor shits a smile to think they have that kind of power: that is the power to breed misery. BUT, there is good news in all of this. For the souls out there who know who they are and have great lives, we giggle at their attempts and actually feel a moments worth of empathy for them. For we (the happy ones) have little time to fret over the SMALL THINGS because we are simply to busy enjoying the lives and surroundings we have been blessed with. So my cranky unhappy can’t find anything better to do humans…….strive on in your misery. Take another Prozac and a shot of beer and attempt to find meaning in your life. My sincere hope for you is that someday before you leave this bountiful earth, you get IT.
Xxx
Brandi
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